#⇢✦❝𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓒𝓐𝓝 𝓗𝓘𝓣 𝓘𝓣 𝓦𝓗𝓘𝓛𝓔 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓨 𝓦𝓐𝓣𝓒𝓗 𝓑𝓞𝓨…❞ : Satoru 💎

[littlemochabunni]

The “thank you mama” is how I became the mother of this man’s children

Gojo has a raging Mommy kink... calling his girlfriend mommy, not even in a sexual way. He just wants to get taken care of

Absolutely….. but it’s like so unintentional and funny and he also says “mama” more though.

He doesn’t even remember when or why he started, but it probably had something to do with how nurturing she is towards him. On his long days from a mission, having his favorite meal cooked, helping him get into comfortable clothing, the warmth of her body against his colder one as he pulls her into his arms against the edge of the bed, he’ll just mutter a small “Thank you mama.” right before giving a small kiss in between her cleavage.

It gets worse when he’s needy…especially during sex he mumbles “mommy” in your ear, which threw you off at first, but how pretty his voice shuttered as he whimpered in the shell of your ear almost made you moan as well.

It’s not ever weird though, because he doesn’t say it in a baby voice or anything and his gf doesn’t baby talk him (Which is an ick…it just is)

But he’ll see her laying on the couch with his shirt on and lay his 6’7” ass on her, laying in the crook of her neck, asking her “What do you want to do today, mama?”

He still didn’t realize how much he calls you that until he slipped up while Geto was around and side eye’s him.

Geto: Oh so she’s mommy now? Does Baby Satoru need a bottle from mama Y/N too?

Gojo: SHUT UP YOU ASS—-

[littlemochabunni]

I squeaked

u can def see gojo’s jaw muscles clench when he’s mad at u bc he’s so fucking chiseled omfg

[littlemochabunni]

The involuntary bark I—

GOJOU SATORU 🧡

呪術廻戦 S2 Ep. 17: Thunderclap Pt. 02

[littlemochabunni]

I’m heavy breathin thinking about what his pov looks like 🫣🥵

sooo... i redrew that frame 🥵

[littlemochabunni]

We love it when the plan backfires in the best possible way 🥰🥰

prone bone with satoru bc you want him to do all the work so you lower your hips, almost flat against the bed, bc it’s fun to see him chase you with his dick. he’s big and long enough to stay inside you yet he can’t completely shove it in in that position no matter how much he rams into you. he lets you think you have control for a little bit but when you least expect he grabs you by the hips and forces your butt up to prove you wrong

[littlemochabunni]

Ahhhh it’s the thought of not being able to hear he succulent warm voice and just getting just a taste of it in your ear is a whole other level of edging 😵‍💫

We’re gonna have to go through every position in the book just make sure he remembers them all correctly y’know for research purposes of course… no other reason…

Reanimated : Dawn of a new day

🖤 MANGA READERS, SPOILER ALERT!!

🖤 I was not going to complete this let along post. By my crew stay hyping each other up so here goes.

🖤 I’m sorry but it’s starting out hella angsty and slow but I promise it’ll be worth it

🖤WC just under 3k

You hurled yourself toward the calamity. Pushing off with everything in you to reach him. You came upon his broken body, his lower half severed and you dropped to your knees when the lifelessness in his eyes punched you squarely in the gut, knocking the wind from your lungs. This wasn’t real. You pushed your ear against his chest, hoping to find the beautiful rhythm that should’ve been there. Instead it was cold. Instead it was silent. This is NOT real. You’re fine, you’ll heal. Each breath you drew in was agonizing. You repeated it. You’re fine. You’ll heal. An inferno burned a hole into your heart. The tears you hadn’t known were there fell into his face. Your angel's sweet face, void of any life. The burning reached your throat and you lay your sorrowed head upon his chest once more. Willing all of your power to do you this one courtesy, even if it would overtake you. You lie there upon him. You're fine....you listen. The energy you summon, dissipates, with nowhere to go, no life force to cling to. You'll heal… you wait.

…

You put him back together and began what would be months of attempts to restore his life. But there was only letdown after letdown. As disappointing as every failed attempt had been, you weren't able to look past the way you still felt him everywhere and in everything you did. You knew there was something you were missing. It wasn’t until that day. you were home, in the bed you once shared, clutching the Lapis Lazuli heart shaped gem to your chest as your tears soaked the pillow. You brought the stone to your tear soaked lips and placed a sorrowful kiss to the edge and whispered Satoru, where are you? In that moment you were struck with a familiar notion. Something he had told you when he gave you that necklace. It played in your head like you were hearing him say it for the first time. You’ll always have a part of me, as long as you keep this with you. Your chilled body trembles as his words resonate, sparking you to see what you had been missing.

…

After months of storing up your cursed energy. Along with what remained of his contained in the gem, it was finally time to reanimate him. You placed the stone upon his chest. Closing your eyes hoping against hope that this would bring him back to you, you began to chant the incantation. You repeat the words, imbuing each syllable with your power, focusing on the energy that flowed from within.

You open your eyes to be met with his cold body remaining as it were. Taking an exasperated breath, you silence your mind and begin again, only to be met with the same disappointment each and every time you were to lay eyes upon his stil frozen form.

You kept this up for hours but there was only so much time before he’d begin to decompose. Feeling lower than low, you enclose your fingers around the pendant once more. Releasing a heavy breath, your heart beat stuck in your throat, you stifle the sob threatening to erupt from your chest as it heaved heavily in distress.

Storu, I can feel you everywhere, please please please. Come back to me. Again you repeat the words, holding your breath as you open your eyes. And then, for only an instant, there was a twitch. You froze as if any movement on your part would interrupt whatever current had finally flowed into him.

You waited and waited. And still. Nothing. Your nails etched the icy steel slab he lay upon. Fuck. You hissed, the tears rolling angrily and hot down your face. Fuck fuck fuck. You slam your fist into the table, the metal warping around your knuckles. Shoving his tray back into the wall. You storm out of the lab.

Later in the shower, you’re angrily stripping from your medical dress and hurling yourself into a scalding shower. With no one around to hear, your anguished cries rang out into the lonely home you once shared. Despair was a brick in your stomach that you couldn’t dislodge now matter how much you howled and cursed everything in existence. You accepted that he wasn’t coming back. You accepted you’d never be whole again. You accepted that your every happiness would always lie in being in his arms and to never know that feeling again, you would never be you again.

By the time you dragged yourself from the floor of the now cold shower, it had already been hours since your last attempt at easing the dead. You carried on, lying on the floor of your closet, wrapped in his jacket, his sweater in hand, clenching to it for life as you inhaled what remained of his scent. It wasn’t too long before your wails seemed to echo through the walls of your lonely home. But then, there was a tapping sound, a sound as if someone were rapping against metal. You sat up, straining to catch every distant echo in the silence.

And there it was again. Clamoring to your feet, you ran as fast as you could. Down the hall and forcing open the doors with a forceful blast. Looking around you first noticed the room, not as you left it, the latch to his chamber was open, the slab vacant of his body. Your heart erupted into manic spattering as you twirled, hurling your line of sight in every direction as you looked for any sign of him.

And then you felt it, the prickly sensation on the back of your neck. It was him. You turned. Eyes wide open with bewilderment. You forced yourself to blink. After every sleepless night and every hurtful awakening to a world where he simply didn’t exist, you were stuck silent and still. Reaching for him you stopped short of a hair, scared that if you actually touched him, he’d evaporate on the spot.

Your fingertips touched his skin. he was icy, shaking even. Following your hand up and along his arm, you trailed it down his strong chest. Amazed that you could feel flesh flourished with life. You will yourself to look at his face, your breath catching when it was met with his icy blue eyes. Storu. You started, stepping a bit closer. Storu , you’re awake you said hoping to hear him answer but he doesn’t. He only looks down at the hands you had pressed to his chest. Storu, can you hear me? Nothing. Storu it’s me do you recognize me? His brow curls questionably. You know me, don't you?

He reached for you, the icy glow of his bottomless ocean eyes reaching deeper into than they ever had before. His hand lands weakly on your shoulder as he steps to you, his pulse building even faster than your own as the realization sets in for you both. Just as he were to speak, his immense frame collapsed forward, your body taking on his weight as he fell unconscious and into your arms. You held him close, tearfully pleading for him to stay with you and you went to your knees. When you lay him down he finally glanced up at you from your lap, the smile on his eyes calming you as your fingers sifted through his silvery soft hair. You knew he had returned to you.

…

After that day, you adjusted to this new version of Satoru. It was like watching an alien trying to adjust to being a human. And everything you did was fascinating to him. Like he was learning you. But as much as you looked into his eyes reminiscing on what was, he only seemed to look back at you with such faint familiarity. He couldn't speak. Only managing a simple nod for yes and shaking his head for no.

Most days, he kept right at your side, following you around like a floppy eared little puppy. only it was a 6 foot 3 Angel eyed gant who watched your every move and always seemed to be reaching after you. It was like he couldn't stand not to have you by his side. It was always cute to you and you would take his big hands into your own, hands to yourself Satoru, you’ll get a headache if you don’t wear that, remember?, you smiled trying to let him down gently so you could get on with your work. He pulls the blindfold from his eyes and as his hands are after you again.

This time when you tried pushing his hands off of your waist, he only held tighter. A glimmer of something else in his eye when he pulled you closer to him, his wide eyes imploring you to stay. Your cheeks burned. It was your Satoru giving you that same mesmerizing look after all. He reaches for your face, the pad of his thumb affectionately grazes the corner of your mouth. His lips part and his voice croaks out, so sweet.

Before you could respond, he cupped your face in his hands, the words coming together to fall upon your lips, his own following just after as he pressed a clumsy sweet kiss to your mouth. A moment passed. Satoru, you breathed before kissing him back.

It could've just been muscle memory but you swore the way his hands found their way around your ass and squeezed appreciatively, that he knew his way around your body. He proved it to you, taking you up into his arms and knocking everything to the floor to make room for your body. He placed you atop the table forcing you to lie back with an indelicate shove, his slender waist being hugged by your thighs while his hand bagan to squeeze and prod every familiar curve of you.

His touch was almost speculative, his eyes always looking to yours as he dragged his lips along your inner thigh, his jagged breath so warm you felt the heat through your jeans. He seemed so pleased when you writhed and moaned, every nerve ending in your body so sensitive as it had been forever since you felt his touch. His hand moved up the center of your chest, coming to rest over your throat. He cocked his head, seemingly intrigued by the way your breath faltered when he squeezed gently. Storu, you gasped, Can you remember the way I felt. He nods. Show me.

If you were a stronger woman, you would've stopped him there, but his touch was too good not to enjoy. Especially now that he assumed what was once his favorite task, peeling your body out of your tight jeans and eyeing you like he would devour you. His eyes fixed on you, he trails his curious tongue along the inside of your thigh, leaving you to shudder from head to toe. He does it again, dragging the reddened tip along your skin until you were a trembling mess burning with need for more of him.

Show me what you remember , you pleaded desperate for more of his inquisitive touch. His lithe fingers slipped your panties to the side, and he buried his face between your legs, his mouth hot on your aching sex as he took his first taste. Your toes curled as he dragged his slippery pallet through the plush wet folds just the way he remembered doing so many times.

As he circled the tender bit that was screaming for his attention, your hand covered your mouth and you squeezed your thighs around his head, overly susceptible to each and every slow lick he placed to either side of the vibrating bundle of nerves.

This time when you met his eyes, they were dark, almost greedy. He pulled your hand away from your mouth, shaking his head as if he didn't want you hiding the sounds you were making for him. His palms were hot against your thighs as he spread then wide again.

Normally he'd be praising you, how sweet you are pretty baby and just so wet for me pretty girl. But this time it was his appreciative moans into your pussy as he savored the taste of you. You clawed at his hands that kept your pretty kitty spread wide for him. This was him in essence. Drunk off what he could do to you. Sucking that fat wet clit between his rosy lips and grinning ear to ear when your hips arched toward him as you came harder and harder into his awaiting mouth.

When he finished sucking up every last drop he arose, your slick essence still hot on his lips when he kissed you. Your hands tugged at the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down to reveal that heavy cock. It sprung up excitedly like it was happy to see you and immediately you were falling to your knees.

You kissed the blushing tip with eager lips leaving the honored one to shudder. You took him into your mouth, his length immediately making you gag as you sucked down his shaft. You bobbed and rolled your neck, working every mouth-watering inch pridefully as he palmed the back of your head and his hearty groans drove you to suffocate yourself with it.

He flinches like it’s the first time he’s feeling your throat enclosed around him. He pushes himself as far as he can go and his breathily little whines had you looking up at him as you devoured that dick that you missed so much. Your tongue massages that luscious vein as it twitches and his hot cum unloads, coating the back of your throat. You left him dazed and confused, shaking as you pulled his sweats down. You get them around his ankles, and help him stumble out of them.

A mute Satoru isn’t something you're used to. But the innocent look in his eye when stroking his half hard length until it was hot and throbbing in your palm once more, you lay back with your legs wide, inviting him in. You became ravenous. Come here, I need to feel you Satoru. You know what to do right? You asked, tucking you rosened lip between your teeth. He nodded, and it had you chilled from head to toe.

His hands slipped down your thighs as he aligned himself with your writhing form. He lay that heavy cock on your pussy, awe-ful eyes gleaming at you as he nudged the tip against your cunt that was literally grabbing for him. His blushing peak dove inside, making you moan his name and tears instantly welled in your eyes. But you couldn’t look away, he moved, so fucking slow you thought you’d die if he didn’t fuck you hard on the spot. Ohh fuck, all the way Storu. You hissed, hooking your leg around him. He shook his head, his mouth agape and he began to swirl his finger over your clit. Your body arched as he toyed with you like this until you were clawing at his arms trying to pull him in deeper.

He grinned, grabbing you by your neck effectively pausing your little tantrum and causing countelss butterflies to stir in your stomach. He filled you up as slowly as he wanted. This was him doing what he’d always done best. Tease you until you are desperate. He held your neck and he held your leg, keeping them spread apart so he could see how you welcomed every velvety inch with a gush of wetness already seeping out of your needy little cunt.

He bottomed out with a satisfied groan. Mmm ohh my fucking god I needed you so bad fuck. Please fuck me. Again he was shaking his head, his hips drawing back slow so he could watch himself spreading you open all over again. You were taking him so well that he had to move now. Satoru's lean frame was decorated with beads of sweat, the scars adorning his body only making him look even more delectable than he already was. He gripped your neck tighter, leaning over to kiss the drool that poured from your mouth as it hung open. You found your own little piece of heaven as the honored one's cock made a home in your guts.

My —sweet he whispers, his tongue curling around your lip when he squeezes your throat. Your body is bouncing underneath him now, his fingers fumbling at your tits as watches the way your impending release makes your eyes wide and starry. You nails cut into the harsh metal slab he fucked you on. Your stomach caved as you gummy walls clamped down tight around his engorged length that was getting ready to detonate into you. gunna make me c cum Storu, to this he nods, standing on his toes as he stroked every rigid inch of his cock with your cushy embrace. He shuddered, his hands finding a place around your hips so he could rag doll you. Fucking you off the table until you were running.

Your teeth gnashed as he folded you on your side, his thick bicep encasing your thighs as he plowed into you. Imma come for you . He tried to make the words but all he could manage was the most delectable guttural soul pleasing moans into your ear.

Absolutely dickmatized, your breath caught in your chest and every muscle in your body contracted as the heat between your legs spasmed around his dick. He himself couldn’t help but let go. He was In your ear again, mmm sweet sweet, so sweet he breathed as he leaned into you, forcing you to take all of him and his honored elixir. You were damn near fused to him, nothing between skin but sweat and elation. And you found yourself floating among the stars when you looked into his impossibly blue eyes again. You couldn’t believe it. But you actually raised the dead

Thanks for the encouragemennt @biscuitsngravie- thanks for helping with the title @callm3senpaii @i-literally-cant-with-this @ryomens-vixen @littlemochabunni